Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.